He asked to see his daughter before he died… What she told him changed his destiny forever.
What the little girl whispers in his ear changes everything completely.
The clock on the wall read 6 a.m. when guards opened Ramiro Fuentes’ cell.
5 years waiting for this day, 5 years of shouting their innocence to walls that never responded.
Now, a few hours before facing the final sentence, he only had one petition left.
“I want to see my daughter,” she said hoarsely.
That’s all I ask.
Let me see Salome before it’s all over.
The younger guard looked at him with pity.
The oldest spat on the ground.
The condemned have no rights.
She is an 8-year-old girl.
I haven’t seen her in 3 years.
That is the only thing I ask.
The request reached the director of the prison, a 60-year-old man named Coronel Méndez, who had seen hundreds of convicts pass through that corridor.
Something in Ramiro’s file had always caused him noise.
The evidence was solid, fingerprints on the weapon, stained clothes, a witness who saw him leave the house that night.
But Ramiro’s eyes were not the eyes of a culprit.
Méndez had learned to recognize that gaze in a 30-year career.
